Excuses
I’m colorblind, I tell myself
whenever I refuse to look at the flowers
lined up against the cracked sidewalks
enclosing me into my boxes of gray destruction.
I cannot appreciate them without fully being able to see.
I’m just tired, I tell her
as she looks me dead in the eyes
sliding her warm touch off my shoulder
and returning to cocktails and loud laughter.
I cannot burden her with whatever is raging inside me.
I need to be alone, I text them
after three weeks of not responding
missing birthday parties and baptisms
all in the name of moving on.
I haven’t.